Iseul’s POV

“Who’s that!?” A voice yelled when I knocked on the door of Beast’s dorm.

I chuckled to myself at the fact all six of them had the same attitude towards people at their door. They never seem to put the security camera to good use.

The door swung open, revealing Kikwang who only had a towel wrapped over his lower body and foam still on his hair.

“Did I disrupt your shower?” I asked.

“Oh, Iseul ah~” He smiled, letting me in.

“You’re alone?” I asked, looking around at the quiet house.

“Doojoon hyung is in the room. The others went to do grocery shopping.” He said.

“Ahh~ How’s Doojoon?” I asked.

“A little better, I guess, but still not completely recovered yet.” He said.

I frowned. He lied to me. He told me he was feeling so damn well. Then again, I should have known better that he would lie.

“Go continue with your shower. I’ll go look for him.” I smiled.

“I’m done with my shower!” He said.

“Really?” I asked, giggling at his hair.

“What?” He asked, touching his hair.

“When did the shampoo get back there!? I remembered washing it off!” He screamed as he ran back to the toilet.

“So cute~” I smiled to myself as I made my way to Doojoon’s room.

“What are you yelling about?” Doojoon grumbled when I opened the door, not opening his eyes.

“He came to open the door for me without washing off the foam on his head, although after that he claimed he was very sure he did wash it off. The shampoo must be some magical substance then.” I said.

He opened his eyes, staring at me in confusion.

“Hi~” I smiled, sitting on the bed next to him.

“Why are you here?” He asked.

“Can’t I visit my sick friend? Am I not welcomed?” I pouted.

“You know I don’t mean it this way.” He said, wanting to sit up but I pushed him to lie back down.

“Just lie down.” I said.

“I’m not sick.” He muttered.

“I’m sure you aren’t.” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not.” He coughed.

“Oh yea, not.” I laughed, smoothing his back as I handed him the bottle of water at his bedside.

“Thanks.” He smiled.

“Move over.” I said, pushing him slightly so I could squeeze in next to him.

He circled his arm around me, letting me lean against him.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Why not?” I asked.

“I can read you like a book, you know.” He said.

I looked down at my fingers, not saying anything.

“Is it him?” He asked.

“Who?” I asked.

“Who else?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I sighed, burying my face into my palms.

“Let Oppa figure it out for you.” He said.

“Oppa!?” I laughed, elbowing him in his ribs.

“Argh! How can you do this to a sick man!?” He pouted.

“Oh, so now you’re sick.” I asked.

“I change accordingly to the situation to benefit myself most.” He said.

“And you’re proud of it?” I asked.

“Of course! I’m adaptable!” He smiled.

“Adaptable or two-faced?” I teased.

“WHAT!?” He yelled, grabbing my hands as he tackled me onto the bed, trying to tickle me.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” I laughed.

“True, true. Not like you’re in any position to cuddle or play with me like that anymore.” He said with a pout as he sat up.

“Don’t talk like this, please.” I said.

“Just teasing you~” He pinched my cheeks.

“Not funny.” I pouted.

“I’m sure you find it funny.” He squashed my cheeks.

I stuck my finger into both side of his ear, causing him to jump up and scream. He was ticklish there and so fun to tease.

“DON’T DO THAT!!” He cupped his reddened ears.

I laughed so hard I fell over.

“Be careful!” He caught me, giggling as well.

“You’re not wearing it.” I said.

“There’s no need to wear it at home.” He said.

I nodded and went to lie back down next to him.

 “Is it a bad thing that I don’t feel that I am doing him wrong the fact I am cuddling with you?” I asked, playing with his fingers.

“You can cuddle with me. He’ll never find out. And no, it’s not wrong.” He said.

I rested my cheek against his chest and closed my eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat.

Doojoon’s POV

There is something going on with Iseul and that boyfriend of hers but she is not telling me.

“Iseul ah~” I called out as I patted her softly.

“Hmmm?” She hummed, her eyes still closed.

“Tell me.” I said.

“Tell you what?” She asked.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” I said.

“Sleep. Sleep is on my mind. I’m so sleepy.” She said.

“Okay then. Sleep. I’ll be here.” I said.

“Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around my waist tightly, drifting off into a deep slumber.

I fell asleep on my own but was awoken when she pushed out of my arms suddenly.

“What’s going on!?” I asked, staring at her in shock.

She blinked at me, as though confused.

“Are you okay?!” I asked, shaking her.

“Owww~” She whined when I held onto her waist.

“Did I use a lot of strength?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“N.. no. I.. I just..” She mumbled.

“Iseul!” I grabbed her, forcing her to look at me.

“What’s going on?” I asked sternly.

She shook her head.

“You woke up looking so scared, and then I touch you lightly and you winced! Don’t you dare tell me nothing is wrong!” I yelled, pulling up her shirt slightly.

My eyes widened when I saw a patch of bruise at her waist. It was purplish-blue, indicating that it was a recent injury.

“WHAT HAPPENED HERE!?” I shouted in shock.

She tugged her shirt down and pushed me away.

“Nothing.” She said, trying to go out.

“Did he hit you?” I pulled her back, grabbing her arm tightly.

“Ouch!! You’re hurting me!!!” She kicked me but I did not loosen my grip.

“DID HE HIT YOU!?” I yelled again.

The door flew opened, revealing a shocked Kikwang.

“I thought you guys were sleeping? What’s going on? Hyung, why are you yelling? Let Iseul go! You’re hurting her!” He tried to prey my grip off her arm but I pushed him away, not meaning to do it at all.

“Hyung!!! YOU’RE BREAKING HER ARM!!!” He hugged me by my waist, trying to pull me away, in which he succeeded.

“DID HE HIT YOU!!?!?!?!?” I shouted.

Iseul looked at me, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Who hit you, Iseul ah?” Kikwang asked, confused.

“I’m going to kill him.” I mumbled under my breath as I stormed out.

I headed towards the kitchen and grabbed the chopper.

“NO!!! DOODOO!! PLEASE!! NO!!!” Iseul shouted, trying to wrestle the chopper from me. This crazy girl~

I let her take the chopper from me because I did not want to risk hurting her. It is not like I cannot kill the guy with my bare hands.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!? TRYING TO YANK THE CHOPPER FROM ME!? WHAT IF I STABBED YOU BY ACCIDENT!? IS HE WORTH IT!?” I shouted at her.

“Please give me that.” Kikwang said, looking scared as he took the chopper from her.

Iseul sank to the floor, sobbing into her palms. My heart ached so badly at the sight of her crying.

“How can he hit you?! Bloody hell!” I shouted, punching my fist into the wall.

"Don't hurt yourself!" Iseul cried as she tugged onto me.

"How can you let him do this to you!?" I shouted at her, not because I am angry at her, but more like because I was angry at myself. 

She kept on crying. Kikwang was staring at us in shock. 

"Bloody idiot~" I mumbled under my breath as I hugged Iseul, and unconsciously, I started crying as well.

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Doo plotting Jaehyun's murder